Good morning, don't cop outYou crawled from the cancer to land on your feetAre you crazy to want this even for awhile?Making this shit upThe reasons for being are easy to payYou can't remember the othersThey just kind of went awaySo you're driving, it's rush hourThe cars on the freeway are moving like slugsWhen you drift off to wake upDo you always hit the brakes?

We're done lying for a livingThe strange days have come and you're gone, you're goneEither dead or dyingDead or trying to go

It's evening, you're tiredYou sleep walk a robot out to the streetAre you crazy to want this even for a while?You're driving, it's rush hourThe cars on the freeway are moving backwardsInto a wall of fireBackwardsInto a wall of fireBackwardsInto a wall of fireBackwardsInto a wall of fire

We're done lying for a livingThe strange days have come and you're gone, you're goneWe're done lying for a livingThe strange days have come and you're gone, you're goneEither dead or dyingEither dead or trying to goMmmmm, to go, Mmmmm